COLBY

I have officially declared Olivia Olsen the only woman I ever want to cuddle with at night. She sleeps hard. Doesn't move. Doesn't snore. She just knocks the fuck out.

We wake up in the same position, and I have to refrain from kissing her to make sure I don't make this anything it's not. We're just two college kids fucking around.

"I should probably go before we get caught," I tell her. I'm not sure what time it is. I didn't even bring my phone with me last night. Just like how I didn't bring a condom. Fucking idiot.

I'm in zero rush to fuck Olivia. Sure, it'd be amazing, but I like taking it slow. I want to see her shocked face whenever I do something she likes.

I climb out of her comfy ass bed and slip my sweats and shoes on. "Oh, I'm wearing your shirt. Here." She sits up in the bed and goes to take it off.

As much as I want to see her perfect breasts again, if I see her naked, there's no way I'm leaving. If I don't, I'll get caught soon. Girls like to congregate in the mornings and talk about their nights. "Don't. Keep it. You look good in it."

She smiles, "Wow. My first Wake Forest baseball shirt."

She slips out of the bed when she sees I'm ready to go. She peeks out of the door to make sure no one is standing out there before walking to the porch door and opening it. I walk over to the railing and swing my leg around. "Be careful," she says before I jump to my balcony.

I glance back at her when I swing my leg again, "I'll see you tonight?"

She nods, sucking in her bottom lip, "Yes." I'll make sure to bring a condom this time. Maybe I'll get a box and leave them in her drawer. I plan on this little agreement to last as long as it can.

We both head inside our own apartments, and I quietly close the porch door. I walk through the apartment, and I'm greeted by silence. Good, no one is up.

I take a shower, suddenly remembering her lips wrapped around my cock. How good it felt. That girl made me look like a fool coming that fast. The moment she touched my balls, I knew I was done for. I'd like to know how many men she's done that move to.

I'm going to fuck that girl tonight if she lets me. Hopefully, she doesn't change her mind again. I think we both like the agreement we made. We just don't need to get caught.

When I step out of the shower, towel loosely hung on my hips, Crawford greets me with a frown. "What?"

"Where'd you go last night?"

"I went to Jagger's for a bit, then came back here." I walk past him and go into my bedroom. I glance through her window; she's not in there.

"You begged to go over there, and then you left. You left me there. I had to have another fucking girls night."

I almost laugh, "You didn't enjoy the attention?" I slide on a pair of workout shorts and a Wake Forest Baseball shirt identical to the one I gave Olivia.

"I thoroughly enjoy Sadie's attention but no one else's. They just bitched all night. About everything. It was fucking awful."

"Sorry. Next time, I'll make an excuse for you to leave, too." I leave my bedroom, heading into the kitchen to make a protein shake.

"What was your excuse?"

"Olivia and I had an argument. So I left." I grab my cookies and cream protein powder and mix it with water. I shake it and take a swig.

He laughs, "Of course. I didn't think your newly changed relationship would last long without one of you yelling at each other. What did she yell at you for?"

"She was mad that I took her spot and made her sit in my lap. She said we are never doing that again, and what we did was a one-time thing." I grab a banana and sit at the counter to eat it.

He purses his lips and lays his hand on my shoulder, "You poor thing. You got demoted already. You scared her off." Yeah. Don't worry. I didn't.

"Strictly just working on a play now."

"So, no more movie nights?"

I roll my eyes, "Probably not. I mean, I'll still hang out at Bernie's, but otherwise, no."

"I guess I'll give Sadie a break if you're no longer trying to get in Olivia's pants. I was doing it for you."

"Oh, shut it. You fucking like her. You two look nice together. Take her on a date."

"It'd be better if my best friend and her best friend also got together. We could go on double dates."

I throw the empty banana peel away and chug the rest of my drink, "Yeah, right. I'll give you a hundred bucks the day I get a girlfriend. It won't happen anytime soon."

"You're saying you wouldn't date that girl?"

"I don't know. I never thought about it. She wouldn't say yes." I think about it. Would I want to date Olivia? Eh. Would I actually want to take her on a date? Maybe. She's a great person. We have chemistry. Crazy good chemistry. I sleep a hell of a lot better when she's next to me.

Take her on a date? Maybe. Date her? No. I decided not to settle down in college. I've got plenty of time and plenty of options. I will likely head to the MLB after this season, and the options will increase. I have no desire to have just one woman.

"Whatever, man. I'm out. See you later." I leave Crawford alone in the apartment, put my headphones on, and head towards the athletic facility for a good morning workout.

As soon as I reach the bottom steps, Olivia does the same. She's also dressed in workout gear. "Hey," she says awkwardly. She's got to get used to this. Seeing me outside of her bedroom.

"Going to workout?" I ask, heading in the same direction she is.

She nods, fidgeting with her braid, "I'm hopefully getting cleared to start practice again. That's where I'm headed now."

"I'm sure you're good. You seem fully mobile."

"Yeah, the bruise is gone, and there's no lumps. I'm going to be exhausted after not practicing for this long. Getting back in shape will take a while, and I don't have the time."

"Well, don't push yourself too hard, Liv. That's where you can fuck up everything."

She smiles and stops outside the trainer's room, "Thanks, Colby. I'll see you later." She walked away, and I continued my way to the gym.

Another voice calls my name behind me, "Colby!" I turn around to see one of the softball girls, Sophie. I noticed Olivia turn her head to see who was calling my name. Sorry girl, I'm a wanted man. "How are you?" She asks, falling in step with me. Sophie was hot. She was tall with a banging body and hit dingers whenever she was up to bat.

"I'm good. What's up?"

"You never hang out with us anymore. Why is that?" The baseball and softball teams are close. We had to be. We shared the same hobby, except I can't stand to watch softball. I hate hearing those girls chants and screaming. I like the silence.

"I was at Jagger's last night. None of you were there."

"Oh. We went downtown to the bars last night. It was a total bore; by the time we left, it was midnight, so I went to sleep. But come over next weekend. I miss you." She grabs my tricep and runs her fingers down my tattoo sleeve.

"Yeah, okay. I'll be there. I'll bring the guys." I was a simp to Sophie. We fucked last year. We were drunk, and we haven't done it again. I don't know why. Maybe she's wanting to change that.

I headed inside the gym, and hopefully, that was the last person who would try to talk to me. I want to work out in peace. I need a good pump for now, and tonight, I'll pump again in a different way.